A Poem For Your Daughter Mga Nobela at Kwento

she says "I wish I didn't have to marry him if my mother wasn't the daughter of Hera I wouldn't have to but she is and my father is Hades so I have some of the powers of both My father and my grandmother and they want a strong Empress who has the blood of Hera so I have to I wish I could be with Soren because I love him" I say as I start crying Laguna walks up to me and hugs me. I'm just glad everyone else is in class so they don't see me crying

Let it bring me wherever it wanted to go. . . I wrote a note and letter especially for my beloved daughter, who I birthed to, but I have lost again, and again, and again, and again. I am sorry I have failed you. Sorry I failed to protect you from your own father. I should have done better. I am such a failed mother. I should just give up and let you go. What if I let you go? Will you finally be free? Will you finally find that happiness that you were always searching for? I know how much you despised your father. I know how much you hated your mother too.

pllease try to forgive me because I don't think I can find peace even after the death knowing my daghter is living with hatred for me. I love you so much, my princess. My strong Daughter. My Gabriella, My Cinderella. I wish you a happy life and want to see you grow and succeed in your life. Like always you will find me by your side. If not physically then spiritually. Follow your dreams and m ake them come true because there is only one person in this whole world for me that deserves success in my eyes and that is you. You have suffered so much because of your parents but now I want you to forget about them and move on in your life.

For this I sincerely apologise Because I dont mean to compromise But If I don't, I will jeopardize My being in paradise Aisha is really a paradise. I intend to send this poem to my one and only mother. A typical mother that only wants the best for his son. I clearly understand my mothers fears and concerns for me and my future. But I wish she would understand my views, my feelings and choices and respect them too as I do hers.

My body grows tired from all the pointless fighting. The humidity makes it harder to breathe. "Oh!" the other female says, covering her open mouth with her hand while her eyes scan the pages. Petra, ignoring her, reads a part of the letter my mother wrote to me. "'My darling daughter, I'm so proud of you. You're the light of my life and I can't wait to see you again! We all miss you dearly and will be there to watch your performance. I love you!'"

My eyes scanned fragile, soot-stained sheets, as I read through the confession that my father must have at least tried to tell me long ago but didn’t have the courage to. ‘This is to my daughter, Bloom, if she reads it. I never knew how to put this into words. I only found solace in writing my emotions on a sheet of paper. And even now, it’s a struggle to put down the right words. I’m pouring my entire heart out into these pages, hoping you take your time to read through them.

" My daughter,by the time this letter reaches to you,I will be gone already and you my daughter will have grown up as the most beautiful woman there is. I would love to see how my daughter becomes once she's all grown up and ready for marriage. If I could only have all the time,I would love to dress my daughter at her wedding day and personally give her to the man of her choice. It is something I know that heavens can't grant me but nevertheless,I am happy I got to spend time with you as I watched you grow up. Marrying your father and giving birth to you though done out of selfishness is the best thing that ever happened to me. You my daughter made me experience how it felt to be called a mo

I said, referring to her father. “You wouldn’t know anything about that.” I nodded slowly. “I have a daughter,” I said. “Lyra. I didn’t think that I would love anyone in the world as much as much as I love that little creature. Her mother is pride and glory, and I know that I wouldn’t be able to breathe without her by my side. And my daughter, the young little version of her mother… the good in me, the sense of my humanity…” Her gaze flicked to me.

I will be tempted to look for her, but I know I can't. We watched as Adam's dad left in the night, with our daughter safely hidden in his arms. “Goodbye, Ayla.” We say, and I cry in the arms of the man I love.

All the physical trappings of our life, soon to be left behind. But what matters most is already gone, racing through the night, carrying our hopes with her. Sophia, my beautiful, brave daughter. Nyx, the wolf who runs with our love protecting her. Run far, run fast, my darling girl. And someday, be free.